Even if Yang Huacheng didn't say it, Yan Murong knew even if he thought about it with his toes that since Zheng Wuming appeared in this competition, he would definitely find ways to target him.

No matter how big or small, from the moment he crushed Zheng Tianlun's throat, this situation had already been predicted.

"You know?" Yang Huacheng was a little surprised. I thought to myself, could it be that this guy is not only good at healing, but also has the ability to predict the future?

"Let's see what they have to say." Yan Murong smiled, didn't want to explain anything, and said. "This kind of thing is not something that can be said by one person, and these judges are not brainless, they have the ability to judge."

"I hope so." Yang Huacheng smiled helplessly, he didn't understand Yan Murong's thoughts. Since you're here, isn't it just to get a good ranking? But this guy didn't seem to care at all, with a smile on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Soon, several judges on the rostrum discussed in low voices, and then, a short old man stood up and said. "According to the regulations of the organizing committee and the data we counted, I now announce the results of the competition."

Fortunately, these people didn't make any long nonsense, which also made Yan Murong breathe a sigh of relief, but when the short old man stood up, he saw that Chen Hanqing's face was not very good-looking, and he knew that the winner of this first competition was definitely not himself. It's just that what Yan Murong can't understand is that since all the people who came to participate in the competition were Chinese traditional Chinese medicine, why was only one of the three judges, Chen Hanqing, a Chinese, and the other two from the island country?

According to Yang Huacheng, he is the dean of the Graduate School of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Tokyo Medical University, and the other chubby old man is Kato Yamazaki, the dean of the Graduate School of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Waseda University.

"I'll announce the results of the game now." Matsumoto Ichiro paused, and after everyone had paid attention to him, he smiled and said. "The winner of the first competition was the representative from Hong Kong, Mr. Zheng Wuming."

The organizing committee of this Chinese medicine competition considered it very comprehensively, and when entering this conference room, everyone was assigned a set of synchronous voice translation headphones, which also saved the trouble of asking for a translator, so after Matsumoto Ichiro said the result, Yan Murong smiled.

These guys are really brainless, Yan Murong thought to herself, no wonder Principal Chen Hanqing's expression was so ugly, the experts of the two island countries had obviously reached an agreement.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

As soon as the results were announced, there was a round of warm applause in the conference room, and Zheng Wuming also stood up with a smile on his face, constantly smiling and thanking the people around him.

"Hey, I didn't learn the etiquette of the Chinese people, but I learned the politeness of the island people first." Yan Murong sighed. "The stinky problem of bowing before meeting without speaking, it makes people want to be barbaric when they look at it."

The applause stopped abruptly - Yan Murong's voice was not suppressed, but deliberately said it very loudly, even overshadowing the warm applause, and it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Young man, are you insulting our island people?" Because he was wearing a synchronous audio translation headset, Yan Murong's words were naturally listened to by Matsumoto Ichiro, and his brows suddenly wrinkled. "This is in the island country, not in China, don't you Chinese people always say that you are a country of etiquette? Why don't you know any etiquette as a young man? -- You insulted the people of our island country and beware of causing a diplomatic dispute. ”

Is this a threat? Yan Murong smiled, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became higher and higher.

"This -- old man." Yan Murong looked at Matsumoto Ichiro. Said. "You don't button my hat here, and there are diplomatic disputes, which one of my sentences is wrong? Don't you island people bow first when they see people? ”

"Oops!" Yan Murong exclaimed, looking at Matsumoto Ichiro in disbelief. "If that's the case, then you islanders really don't know how to be polite."

Yan Murong made a move, killing two birds with one stone, not only scolding Zheng Wuming, but also alluding to the shamelessness of the island people. Yan Murong didn't know what was involved in this, but he knew that as long as his brain was not sick, he would definitely be able to tell whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

So, as soon as Yan Murong made a move, Matsumoto Ichiro jumped out to accept the move, and a Gusu Murong family's peerless 'repaying the other body with the other way' scolded him as it was.

In terms of lip and skin kung fu, even if Matsumoto Ichiro grows a few more mouths, he will not be able to be Yan Murong's opponent if he cultivates for a lifetime. As a result, Yan Murong's fluttering words made Matsumoto Ichiro's face flush, as if he was constipated, and the two mustaches on his mouth trembled angrily, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at Yan Murong who didn't know how to refute.

When Matsumoto Ichiro said this, Chen Hanqing laughed, and he knew that Yan Murong, this kid, would definitely jump out.

Others don't know, but Chen Hanqing always knows one thing, the last time he was at the Chinese medicine conference, he and Zheng Wuming had never dealt with each other, and this time he lost so clearly. It's okay to say if someone else wins, but it's Zheng Wuming who wins, and it's hard to keep Yan Murong from jumping out and going crazy.

"Don't point at me." Yan Murong turned sideways, let go of Matsumoto Ichiro's finger, and said. "I'll tell you the truth, I'm not happy with the result - how much did that idiot surnamed Zheng give you, and you are so oriented to him? I guess you're going to keep track of what I did yesterday, right? Take a good look for yourself and see who is number one. ”

"You're breaking the rules of the game." Matsumoto Ichiro took several deep breaths before calming down the anger that Yan Murong was angry at the door of his head, and said in a cold voice. "Judging from the data, you do have more patients than Mr. Zheng Wuming, but the rules are the rules, you broke the rules, and insulted me, people like you, I will disqualify you from the competition."

"Alright, don't bluff there." Yan Murong waved his hand impatiently. "You are not a person from the organizing committee, and it is not up to you to say whether you will disqualify me from the competition, and besides, what does it mean that I have broken the rules of the competition? I'm not for money, I'm not for fame, I just want to do my best to cure my patients, which is also called destroying the game? ”

"Then may I ask this Mr. Song, Mr. Wolf, tell me, what is the right thing to do?" Yan Murong asked in a cold voice. "If you have money, you will be treated, and if you don't have money, you will be thrown out? No wonder people always say that doctors are white-clothed and black-hearted, and it seems that they are all caused by you idiots - doctors save patients, this is the rule, and it is you, not me, who break the rules! ”